anathematas

February 28, 2006

offense

easy to say – paper is not perverse – letters are not lecherous – easy to play {innocent} and blush, but difficult to offend > there is a laugh that dispels, there is a high broiling laugh that sends everything away < more than a defense | an assault – a chain of words | and there is a laugh, a release – a laugh like an orgasm (organic) a small death of the self – is this borrowed from somewhere [stolen] a momentary lapse into reason / a timed slip and a cacophony \ of voices accident – a dim tincture – distill a humor – a rumor / easy does it, light on the lip \ a weight an offense /\ ended off – to the pink – in reverse – the laugh that pulls everything in – a glassy voice (balanced precariously) half full > out of solid center [successively empty] nostalgia returns to sour < stiffened up to rigid > …paper is perverseletters are lecherous

a sick tour sick ofhalls – around workingsyoung – academic with – a hint of pimperyfloating – a trace of irony

layers across a lifted peakoutside what known of customs?bulbous – fashionable knocked disparate & conspicuousthere is no ink in a hole– turn out from your note booka seat – shuttled away from these watched orders – shakenand down voices fromprecontraceptive – romance

February 27, 2006

else all

a balcony and the same birds and their feeder – birds and their feeders. The same birds again an organization, temporary, a reorganization | for a time | schedule kept on libraries shifting \there/ in between a dash and a punctuation mark \there is/ a material lying, covered up by \there is a/ anything else comes \there is a\lost/ all this repeats and repressed by another line compressed by another time – compression. prescience a science of interference [putting something in the way] of these arrangements dis arranged… and it comes up of its own > regurgitates? this mess coalesced – is it anything? yet again a lack. but put (together an assembly) a construction without hinges: a desk without joints {where is between} where it is inbetween – and there is no whole other life, right? there always seems | in the seams | to be.

on pins like a neck from a factory warehouse lined reflections floating – and wavinga cross unseen – the slums – a center– a description of aspects stood standing alone – waking up to jump out of earnest and young

February 26, 2006

Steal steel

Something about the commons – courtesy? thievery? - re-writing is re-wiring – stealing is for people who haven’t gotten used to theft yet – getting used to being a thief is a human preoccupation a compulsion.

← left justified ← →right justified →

justified? the morality of the thing is an argument elsewhere | the essential preoccupation immaterial | the degrees finely tuned – appropriate text > a difference > a pronunciation < a pronouncement (this will never save you) ( or me) \free expression/ ? but what is? how and why? and also is expression concerning, disconcerting. a concert of expression – a cacophony of theft – a rumor of voices… is the idea to set one thing next to another along the shore, lined up along the coast, to form a flimsy and porous – an opening {this is where you can go} [this is where we've been] (this is where I am)

southern – comingto do – a slash – take a cutan intent developsa feature disembodiedin place inspired – a place

a character hugely projectedugly and exciting – manifesteda booster – perversely- offended I hope – and American – donemaps seem never –

have adventures inhow the body – the body how the written relates to written how the performed relates to performed the performed known – paid attention to

relates to gender body gender body the gender you're female gender as a woman is- central - smashing patriarchal shape process – workinga long felt response without the split of the head of the body done

February 25, 2006

this

this indicator is a direction very vague, an indication of not much – indirection tenantless. It is a space to be filled like a proper name. It is a place to put things, this. A moment that this turns on, these things, those fillings. It is impolite to point. Those times when you flush embarrassment listening to these little times populated by that sensation, this moment split. Division divides this into that. Definition decides what these are, what those are. And definition is another indicator this is that - these are those – this is those – these are that. It isn't that this depends upon these descriptions whose indirection begs definition. This becomes an issue that, those who describe have a place to describe from that transfers these descriptions to those things in the form of definition. This becomes definite in such a way that those descriptions have simply passed over to these things.

February 24, 2006

from form to

ambiguous form turns on ambiguity – unformed ambiguity turns on rigidity – a place / container = glown page –the string is either always slack or taut | are there other options? there are these interrogatives. options potions – positions—taken to form [a column like a frontispiece] unmatched in time's singularity, always to the left of \what moment was it put into/ is it? There is unclarity + Here is unclear. But That is immaterial \/ there is no matter to it. text is not an excuse for language – text is occasionality, yes – but the font of letters doesn't control attention {command} necessary papers the insides as the mouth fills aurality | an excess is not an excuse of ours | this us creates excess \ this thought is excessive this time is excessive all time is excessive – force

February 23, 2006

stack

stack piles of sheets upon leaves upon pages upon paragraphs up on sentences phrases words letters a language - la langue `the tongue papercut by paper cut by knife, a process proceeding processural change |sure stasis| this zero degree ::procession:: which zero degree is that without effect / is this without affect? this time hit twice. up on a heap. A heap another missive missing – is it a miss taken? there yet a part flown away from any collection - conglomerate? (the action) a definition - a definite condition… try to bring this under control. try to impost. It is in search of an after > this life? Is it a mortal immoral - mortality? where does this lead | lead? questions ever in the offing \ a language of / (on exaction (abstraction in extraction – leading now where? - to a square which is really round and un centered(.) ) )

shiny and yet a theatreinherently boring – stumbled hungry – sunk into moist – performed sexuality - performed victorious – low exalted a residence – totally deadjust written - intersected / overlapped next to – part of a throughline through out structured

February 22, 2006

over

what is all this, but idle minded scrawlings on an already written surface? Graffiti tags in constat degradation and constantly covered over again. Writing is forever diappearing reading is to leave enough time for something else, leave another time - the surface - a drift away from another script – inevitably recovering the same place / path, ultimately different a sea of(in) difference – an attack on this terpitude of lack? is it ever moral to read, write? clearly. because these things have nothing to do with either of each other or purpose and anyone who has pretended a letter has a specific purpose is an abject and fervent moralist. even a letter as in a love letter beyond simply the letter l or o or v or e written with the intention of giving or sending someone a message is yet purposeless and will only need to be rplacd with another letter (a place a ltter, i) another object and eventually moved away to another subject not (loroorvore (loro or vore)) just for the sake of leaving a shift away from or, an essential swerve(?), in essence you'll swoon.

About Me

Mathew Timmons is a writer, curator and critic in Los Angeles. He is the General Director of General Projects at various locations including Outpost for Contemporary Art and The Ups & Downs, an installation series, at workspace. He also co-edits/curates Insert Press (w/ Stan Apps), LA-Lit (w/ Stephanie Rioux), Late Night Snack (w/ Harold Abramowitz) and he is the Los Angeles editor of Joyland. A chapbook, Lip Service is recently out from Slack Buddha Press. His work may also be found in various journals, including: P-Queue, Holy Beep!, Flim Forum, The Physical Poets, NōD, PRECIPICe, Or, Moonlit, aslongasittakes, eohippus labs, Area Sneaks, Artweek and The Encyclopedia Project.